As long as we can believe anythingwe believe in measurewe do it with the first breath we takeand the first sound we makeit is in each word we learnand in each of them it meanswhat will come again and whenit is there in meal and in moonand in meaning it is the meaningit is the firmament and the furrowturning at the end of the fieldand the verse turning with its breathit is in memory that keeps telling ussome of the old story about us